One of the venues for SAG, the Society of Australian Genealogists, is in Lower Kent Street. I catch the 207 bus from the end of my street, which gets me to York Street outside Wynyard Station. From there I hoof it (avec cane!) through a maze of underground passages and cycle paths (bless Clover Moore's little cotton socks!) over to Kent Street. I have not yet been able to walk past "Cava", without a coffee and croissant, warm but otherwise plain. Today's course was "Researching and Understanding the Convict Sytem in NSW". Which was quite ironic, as whilst sipping my coffee, I was in The Rocks, where the convicts were tossed in those first turbulent days of the colony. |
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Saturday, 11 October 2014
Apropos of time standing still
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